“Big sister, what are we going to do about that witch in the dungeon?” Red Lion asked again.
“Don’t bother with her. No one cares about that woman,” Orange Lion replied. “She betrayed the School of Healing. The Atonement Nun wants nothing more than to kill her. If the Atonement Nun comes here, she wouldn’t even have time to beg us for protection.”
“Big sister… does the Atonement Nun really dare to come here?” Red Lion asked timidly.
Even someone like him a hardened villain who isn’t afraid of anything and always causes trouble for the protagonist had started to fear Mi Nu.
That just shows how much of a huge pest Mi Nu really is. She’s terrifying.
“Tomorrow is your chance to prove yourself. Take the twenty strongest men as the first wave to block them. Victory is guaranteed. Twenty people can’t lose to that Atonement Nun, can they?” Orange Lion analyzed.
“Understood.” As soon as Red Lion heard this, his confidence returned immediately. He went down to arrange the troops, calling on his best comrades.
Orange Lion stood by the window, continuing to think. She felt her preparations were foolproof, yet somehow a trace of unease lingered.
But how can one hundred and twenty of us lose to three? Two of the opponents aren’t even magicians.
The undeniable fact was that those stubborn, iron-willed nuns made this natural Emperor’s Schemer feel a faint sense of vulnerability.
Even the strongest nobles fear troublemakers. They’re reckless and don’t care if they die but I cherish my life. I still have many riches and luxuries I haven’t yet enjoyed.
Unfortunately, those brainless nuns have still pushed me to the edge.
The three from the School of Healing are actually declaring war on us, the Flame School, which has the most disciples?
Can we lose this battle? Or even draw?
I might as well take the Lion Head Min down and make you the gongzi.
Meanwhile, in the dark underground dungeon.
“Did you hear? Those three nuns are back, boasting they’re going to storm the Flame School’s Apprentice Castle. Haha, they’re really crazy.”
The mysterious Wind Mage senior sister appeared again inside the opposite cage, as if she was home, sitting there teasing Bemore.
Bemore, who was deep in meditation with her white hair draped, slowly opened her eyes but made no comment.
“They’re a hundred times braver than you! A hundred times! You coward!” the mysterious senior sister scolded angrily.
Having vented, she transformed into a gust of wind and vanished on the spot.
But Bemore still lay motionless in the darkness like a corpse.
You really are something else.
This kind of unbound by attachments, bystander role is unable to awaken the White-haired Witch’s spirit of vengeance.
At the same time, inside the four-person room of the Warehouse Castle.
The Heretical Magician Four Sisters had also received news that the School of Healing was preparing a full assault on the Flame School’s main base.
“… Looking for death?” The normally gentle and refined Head Resident Brayetta was troubled.
“Head Resident, what should we do?” Wolf Girl asked.
“What to do? If others want to die, you want to die with them?” Brayetta scolded angrily.
Full of wisdom, she knew the Heretical Magicians must practice restraint to survive.
We can’t risk ourselves for useless loyalty.
At the same time, the Moon of Darkness Hall, newly retaken by the School of Healing.
Samimi and the other two were on the rooftop, gazing at the starry sky and the bright full moon—a truly perfect night.
They had built a campfire to drive away the darkness and cold, but also as a warning against the Flame School’s people possibly sneaking an attack under the cover of night.
With Orange Lion’s cunning, she might do something like that.
But with Niubao on guard, no mere magicians could approach the Watcher’s Pavilion silently.
Samimi and Rebecca sat by the campfire, legs crossed to keep warm, meditating.
However, Rebecca no longer saw the divine phenomenon on Samimi’s body like last time—the swallowing of the world, absorbing magical power and becoming calm.
That was a pity. If she could devour magic here, Miss Samimi’s magical power would surely rise drastically.
But Priestess Rebecca was too tense inside; it seemed today she couldn’t meditate quietly, only taking a few breaths and resting. In the end, it was better not to train today.
Rebecca draped a cloak over Samimi, then brought a mattress up to the rooftop, lying down beside the campfire.
Though the meditation wasn’t going well, she fell asleep quickly. Even Priestess Rebecca started snoring.
As for Niubao, she had gradually transformed into a Sword Scar, holding the “gifted” Golden Knight Sword by the wall, sleeping and radiating the aura of a strong warrior.
Given time, even without Samimi’s help, Niubao could become a knight who could stand on her own.
“I’ve had enough of this grudge. I was supposed to take Niubao to learn Knight Skills, but here I wasted so much time,” Samimi felt a bit uncomfortable thinking this.
Actually, she didn’t want to meditate tonight either. She followed Rebecca’s example, dragged the mattress over, lay down beside the fire, watching the beautiful starry sky, and gradually drifted into a deep sleep.
Since reincarnating into this other world as a Magic Manipulator, how long had it been since she’d had a proper rest?
The campfire burned low; dawn approached. The dream had to end.
“Lady Mi Mi, time’s almost up, chirp.”
Samimi woke up at noon. Fortunately, she had worn the eye mask to block the sunlight and hadn’t noticed dawn come.
In the end, it was Rebecca who came over to wake her.
Samimi’s body was stiff from sleep, but her spirit was excellent. Without any morning grumpiness, she stretched and felt refreshed.
Niubao cooked a pot of corn congee, and they all had a simple lunch.
“Why does it taste bland, Niubao?” Samimi took a bite.
“Eat light food. Mi Nu, don’t eat too much,” Rebecca said. “We’re about to fight; it wouldn’t be good if you get sick.”
But before long, Samimi and Rebecca had barely touched their food, while Niubao finished the entire pot of corn congee by herself.
“Mi Nu, if you get beaten so badly that you throw up, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Rebecca said helplessly.
“How can Niubao work without eating?” Samimi smiled. “Let’s get going.”
The three got up and left the Moon of Darkness Hall, closing and locking the door behind them.
But today, they wouldn’t go to the Teaching Castle Complex. Instead, they headed to the largest independent dormitory next door.
Around the Teaching Castle Complex, there were many magic apprentices.
Everyone had already heard the rumors but felt the news was unreliable—it was just too outrageous. Still, their bodies were honest, and they came to watch the spectacle.
From afar, on the grasslands, there really were three faint figures.
Could it be true?
Were they really serious about this?
Only three people from the School of Healing challenging one hundred and twenty from the Flame School?
Even knowing how powerful the Atonement Nun was, there had to be a limit, right? Could any sane magicians really do something this crazy?
“Leo Boss, what do you think?”
“What do I think? Let’s get closer and see!”
The apprentices had all skipped class, flooding toward the Flame School’s Apprentice Castle to watch the battle and the drama unfold.